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“Fuck, ouch. James!” Lily’s voice was quiet, smothered by his lips on hers as the back of her calf caught on the low stone wall of her parent's front yard. His hand reached up, pawing at her face with numb fingers. The December cold and an insatiable for each other made the less-than-sexy gesture almost feel romantic. “I think I ripped my tights,” Lily muttered, reaching down to try to feel. Instead, she felt the corners of his lips pull upward against her own, his arm tugging her tighter to his chest.“Where do you think you’re going?” The amusement was clear in his voice, his lips straying from her lips to her cheek, her jaw before being met by her scarf. Her mind already drifting away from her wardrobe mishap. James pulled at the scarf, exposing her neck and making her shiver. His hot breath having to make up for the lack of layers. She gasped when his teeth sunk into the soft skin.Even tangled up in each other they managed to manoeuvre through the little gate and towards the front door. “And you’re sure your parents aren’t home?” The bespectacled boy asked, pressing her up against the front door, his hand wandering up her thigh. His motive was very firm against her stomach. “Positive.” She confirmed, fingers looping through his belt following the leather to a buckle. Lily’s head tilted backwards when she felt his cold fingers take a handful of her arse and squeeze it making her exhale a longing breath that formed a white cloud in the space between their lips. The cold of his fingers seeped through the thin layers. “If you keep going like this we won’t even make it inside,” she taunted, the hand that was not occupied with already unbuckling him searching for her keys.“God fucking dammit. Where are those bloody keys.” the redhead cursed, frantically petting her pocket in the hopes of hearing the rattling sound. “I swear they were in this pocket,” she muttered and pouted, making James laugh endeared and roll his eyes. “That is literally first-year magic. Just grab your wand.” He suggested, groaning when her fingers cupped the bulge in his trousers. “Mmh, I don’t think this wand is going to do much.” Lily mused, feeling him up with a smirk on her face. She squeaked in surprise when he stepped forward, trapping her body against the front door they’d been trying to enter. Just the feeling of his knee pressed between her legs, the friction alone, was enough to make her whimper. Soft and needy.James’s nose skimmed down the column of her throat, lips landing on the hollow of her throat. The lowest point her jumper allowed him without undressing her then and there. “Once that door is open, I am having you. On the stairs or against the wall. I can’t wait to bury my face in those amazing tits of yours,” He breathed into her neck, still making absolutely no progress in allowing her to seek out the keys that would actually grant them entrance.“I am starting to think that you just want me to wank you right here.” Lily laughed, still rubbing him through his jeans. Feeling him twist against her palm, she knew very well he was about ready to explode. “Well, I suppose less pressure on me means I can spend more time between your legs.” The remark made her laugh, the sound loud in the darkness of the winter’s night. Lily was about to say something more when the door behind her opened suddenly. The motion made her tumble backwards into the house. Squealing, the redhead landed on her back. James heavy on top of her when the light in the room flicked on.Lily did not need to see who was there to know that her father was staring down at her, his gaze has a special sort of weight to it. It did also help that she could see the blue and burgundy Scunthorpe United house shoes from her periphery. “Dad! Fancy seeing you here!” she said loudly and with a little too much feigned enthusiasm. “Interesting fact, flower. I live here,” Richard Evans commented in his signature calm tone and dry wit, though the face that appeared when James scrambled up and off of her was anything but calm. She could see the tightness around his eyes and the way his jaw set. He was not happy.Lily took the hand that James extended to her, shimmying her skirt back down as she deliberately stood in front of James—both showing her dad that she was not going to back down and to cover up some of the damage done. Her father had undoubtedly spotted the undone belt, and he’d likely heard more than she was comfortable with. But for a moment they could pretend and offer a modicum of cover while James adjusted himself. “I thought you and Mum were visiting Tuney.”“We did.” “You said you were staying over,” she accused and folded her arms over her chest and attempted to stare him down; As if he was not the most stubborn man alive. There was a long silence where the two Evans’ battled for dominance with nothing but furrowed brows and narrowed eyes. The silence was broken by James, who stepped around his girlfriend with his hand extended. “James Potter, a pleasure to meet you.” For one long, tense moment, Lily watched her father’s eyes linger on James’ hand—the one that had been groping her arse a mere few minutes ago. She genuinely considered the option of him not accepting the peace offering and leaving James hanging, the thought chased her heart up to her throat and lodged there. The moment dragged on for five ticks of the grandfather clock which was stood in their hallway before the men's hands slapped together. “Likewise,” her father replied gruffly, she could see his large hand attempting to crush James’ slightly smaller ones, and she thanked all the hours of quidditch in a way she had never done before. Lily let out a sigh of relief when her father laughed and James joined, their compromising situation forgotten about, or so she hoped. Only for her father to grin at her boyfriend and ask: “Now, would you like a cuppa before or after your cold shower?”